Chapter 147

Dharma transcendence.

A monk in a yellow cassock holds a wooden fish in his hand.

Zhan beiheng took Lin Jiangxia's hand, knelt down on the futon in front of the Buddha and kowtowed to the Buddha.

The monks paced around them. Every few steps, they knocked wooden fish and chanted words, as if they were reading Buddhist scriptures.

Although Lin Jiangxia had heard many ghost stories since she was a child, it was her first time to come to the temple to do Dharma. There was a trace of discomfort everywhere.

Naturally, she also secretly glanced at Zhan beiheng.

I found that there was still a disdainful smile around his mouth.

It is also natural that he received materialistic education since he was young. If it were not for her, he would never go to the temple to accept any Dharma.

When people come, they are forced, but they reject and disdain from the bottom of their heart.

These are written plainly on his cheek.

Lin Jiangxia is worried. He can see it. How can the monks not see it!

He secretly pinched his palm, which was a hint that he should manage his expression well, at least not so obvious!

But this implies that it has no effect at all.

Zhan beiheng's disdain continued until the end of the Dharma.

He helped Lin Jiangxia get up. The monks scattered and retreated. An old monk who looked very old walked towards them tremblingly, followed by a young monk aged about 20.

The old monk folded his hands and saluted them.

Lin Jiangxia didn't quite understand this kind of etiquette. He could only draw gourds like this. He put his hands together and owed his body to the old monk.

As for Zhan beiheng, he was arrogant and just nodded gently.

"All the people in the temple are very impressed by the incense donated by Mr. Jizhan. Mr. Zhan has such a Buddha nature that he will have a wide range of Buddhism and benefit all generations." The old monk seems to be too old to open his eyes, but he speaks with great strength and the richness of his voice is no less than that of young people.

"The host is serious." Zhan beiheng said coldly, "I just want to buy peace of mind for my wife."

"This is Buddha's fate. It seems that your wife is also very intelligent. " The old monk slightly raised his long eyebrows and looked at Lin Jiangxia.

"Master, you flatter me." Lin Jiangxia said that he always felt that adding a "master" after the word "host" would be more respectful.

The old monk smiled and said, "madam, please rest assured that all the monks who participated in this dharma are eminent monks with decades of cultivation in our temple. After all, your child will be reincarnated. After all, you will be promoted to rank and rank in the afterlife, and there will be unlimited benefits!"

Lin Jiangxia was slightly Leng, and Zhan beiheng didn't explain it. Naturally, she didn't know.

Until now, we know that this dharma is to transcend the unborn child.

"In addition, this string of Buddha beads has also been opened by more than a dozen old mages in the temple. As long as the lady wears it on her body, she can guarantee that any dirt and evil things can't get close to her." The old monk narrowed his eyes and said calmly. Then he nodded to the little monk around him.

The little monk held the sandalwood box in his hands and handed it to Lin Jiangxia. A string of sandalwood Buddha beads were safely placed in the sandalwood box.

The string of Buddha beads looks very beautiful. Each one is bright enough to shake your eyes. It is really very different from those hundreds of pieces outside!

"Thank you, master." Lin Jiangxia put his hands together and leaned down to thank him. Only then did he take the sandalwood box from the young monk's hand.

"Ha ha." The old monk smiled and said, "madam, don't thank me. The temple has received incense money."

"In recent years, even monks should have a business mind." Zhan Bei Heng Leng Buding said this.

It makes Lin Jiangxia's scalp numb. That sounds too impolite!

But the old monk was an eminent monk after all. He was not angry, but smiled more happily: "ha ha, yes, Mr. Zhan was right. There are more than 300 monks in the base temple. For them, this is just a place to work. As the host, I have to pay salary every month."

Lin Jiangxia was stunned and thought that the old monk was too straightforward.

This kind of thing should be hidden.

"It's no different from starting a company."

"Mr. Zhan is right. That's exactly what he said." After saying this, the old monk turned a little red, turned sideways, curled his right hand into a fist and put it on his mouth before coughing violently.

"Host, it's time for you to take your medicine." The little monk looked anxious and whispered a reminder.

"Yes, yes, cough." The old monk turned back and still put his hands together. He owed his body to Lin Jiangxia and Zhan beiheng: "excuse me."

At that moment, Lin Jiangxia noticed that the palm of the old monk was actually stained with blood.

It seems that a moment of coughing has coughed up blood.

I should be very ill.

Then the little monk helped the old monk to leave trembling.

The main hall, which was originally closed, has now been opened, and other pilgrims have come in to worship.

Lin Jiangxia finds Zhan beiheng staring at her with a smile.

"Why do you look at me like that?" She said with a curl of her mouth.

"Now, you should be at ease." Zhan beiheng whispered, "our children are blessed by the Buddha and will never be hooked by black and white impermanence again."

"Brother Zhan, are you mocking me now?" Lin Jiangxia still held the string of Buddha beads and said angrily.

"No, as I said, I just want to reassure you."

Lin Jiangxia stepped away, and Zhan beiheng followed her.

She walked quickly and spoke faster: "if you want to reassure me, you don't have to spend so much money. If brother Zhan can tell a story, telling me a vivid story can also dispel my scruples."

The uneasiness in her heart came from the stories her mother told her when she was a child.

It is the most reasonable to use the story to eliminate the influence of the story!

"I can't tell stories." Zhan beiheng's answer was very blunt.

Lin Jiangxia suddenly stopped and said, "brother Zhan, you spend money to let the monks do things for our children, but our children don't even have a name. How do you know that they are doing things for our children?"

"Before the Dharma began, I named our dead children."

"Really?" Lin Jiangxia's eyes lit up and said, "what's the name? Why don't you discuss it with me! Come on, what's the name? "

"Forget it, it doesn't sound good." Zhan beiheng turned and got on the bus.

Lin Jiangxia eagerly followed Zhan beiheng and urged him to say, "brother Zhan, just tell me!"

When she followed the bus, she inadvertently looked back, but among the pilgrims, she found a familiar figure.